All the Smartest People Songtext
von Aesop Rock × Blockhead
All the Smartest People Songtext
Recently, my neighbor spotted me casing my own house
I said I only really like to go in when I go out
"You okay, dude?" "Yeah, you okay?" "Yeah, I′m good"
"Yeah?" "Yeah," "Good," "Alright"
I know every black crow in the city by its first name
And its surname, and its bird call, and its birthday, look
I'm cursed, ran down Main like a man on fire from a church
Mangiest scalp in the state, angriest eyes in the world
Son pipes up, "Tell me, old man, how is that you could even know that?
It′s not even a thing that scientists knows how to measure"
Gramps like, "Sonny, I been all over this motherfuckin' road map
I can tell you science ain't the only player in the network"
Y′all should′ve seen the boy face
Nothin' like a smug young punk realizin′ what his counterpoint ain't
All the smartest people that I know seem to teeter in a paranoid state
You can know it all and never know you haven′t actually departed point A
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you sayin' there′s a B?
No, I'm saying you won't ever need to limit the edition when you′re free, whoa
So, what do you do when you get to Z?
Bro, look, there is not a chance
I am not officially a ghost, invisible and slamming all the doors
A paranormal scrambling of phones
Look, there′s not a day an ember isn't cupped in his hands
It′s slowly reaching up into the sky, it's fluctuating under my command
Look, I don′t use shortcuts, I don't use pace cars
Cut through a graveyard, just to cut through another graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
"He′s no longer on the radar"
I said I only really like to go in when I go out
"You okay, dude?" "Yeah, you okay?" "Yeah, I′m good"
"Yeah?" "Yeah," "Good," "Alright"
I know every black crow in the city by its first name
And its surname, and its bird call, and its birthday, look
I'm cursed, ran down Main like a man on fire from a church
Mangiest scalp in the state, angriest eyes in the world
Son pipes up, "Tell me, old man, how is that you could even know that?
It′s not even a thing that scientists knows how to measure"
Gramps like, "Sonny, I been all over this motherfuckin' road map
I can tell you science ain't the only player in the network"
Y′all should′ve seen the boy face
Nothin' like a smug young punk realizin′ what his counterpoint ain't
All the smartest people that I know seem to teeter in a paranoid state
You can know it all and never know you haven′t actually departed point A
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, you sayin' there′s a B?
No, I'm saying you won't ever need to limit the edition when you′re free, whoa
So, what do you do when you get to Z?
Bro, look, there is not a chance
I am not officially a ghost, invisible and slamming all the doors
A paranormal scrambling of phones
Look, there′s not a day an ember isn't cupped in his hands
It′s slowly reaching up into the sky, it's fluctuating under my command
Look, I don′t use shortcuts, I don't use pace cars
Cut through a graveyard, just to cut through another graveyard
Just to cut through another graveyard
"He′s no longer on the radar"
Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com